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Tuesday, 29 July 2014

The Silk Tie - Excerpt!

“If you enjoyed The Glass Knot you’ll LOVE The Silk Tie.”

Coming on the 4th of August The Silk Tie, a steamy ménage a trois novel
(mmf) that celebrates desire, fantasy and follows the brave decision of a woman
to let a third into her relationship. It’s steamy, sexy and leaves no detail
unexplored. Grab a copy, settle down and enjoy a rollercoaster of emotions with
Hayley, Gabe and Brent.

The Silk Tie will be available from Amazon on 4th of August

The
Glass Knot is available from Amazon and all other good ebook retailers right now!

Back cover information

Professional life in the
City of London is tough going which is why my husband Gabe and I live by
the motto work hard and play hard. So when something, or rather someone,
comes along that changes how he wants to play I’m intrigued by our
sexy new game.

But there's always private
sides to the ones you love, and in this case new thoughts and desires
are stealing Gabe’s dreams. It’s not until I meet Brent—gorgeous
and sophisticated yet soul-achingly alone—that I begin to understand the
complex layers of Gabe’s needs and exactly what I have to do.

But I’m not afraid; in fact
the idea of two men turns me the hell on. In a whirlwind of romance, fear,
desire and a new cresting wave of passion we open up to each other,
testing the water for one weekend only. Or is it? Will we ever be the
same again? Can Gabe and I survive our decision to let a third into our
bed? Can Brent just walk away and, more importantly, will we let him?

Excerpt

After
placing the papers on the desk and setting down my purse, I put my iPhone on
charge. There was no message from Gabe.

“You
can’t…you can’t go in there. You don’t have an appointment.”

I
turned at the sound of Jeannie’s panicked voice.

“Sir,
really you can’t,” she said again.

I
stepped toward the door.

“Sir. I
have to insist…”

A
man—tall, wearing a suit and with dense facial hair—strutted into the center of
the room, placed his hands on his hips and set his gaze on me.

“Brent?”

“Please,
you must leave.” Jeannie appeared, twisting her hands together and shifting
from one foot to the other.

“It’s
okay,” I said, not tearing my attention from Brent. His expression was dark,
his mouth, usually upturned, a dead-flat line. “I’ll handle it from here.”

“Are
you sure? Shall I call security?” Jeannie asked.

I
wasn’t sure. He was breathing fast and his eyebrows were pulled low. Something
had really pissed him off.

“Yes,
I’m sure.” I nodded. “Just shut the door please, Jeannie.”

“Good
idea,” Brent said, his voice low and husky.

Jeannie
hesitated.

I
nodded at her. “It’s fine.”

She
frowned then pulled the door up.

The
second it clicked shut Brent moved toward me, fast.

I
backed up.

My
shoulders hit the polished paneling that clad the walls of my office. I
couldn’t move any farther.

“What
the hell,” he said, coming up close then pressing his palms against the wood
either side of my head, “do you think you’re doing?”

“What?”
I asked, gulping and looking up at him.

“Jesus
Christ, don’t pretend you don’t know.”

“I have
no idea what you’re talking about,” I managed, flattening my hands behind
myself and pulling in fast breaths.

I knew
exactly what he was talking about.

“Gabe,”
he said, lowering his face. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

I could
feel the air leaving his lungs through his nose as it washed over my cheeks.
His aftershave invaded my nostrils and laced my tongue. The heat of his body
radiated onto mine, blasting through my silky blouse as though it wasn’t even
there.

“What
about Gabe?” I asked, tilting my chin.

“He’s
just asked me to fuck him.” His eye contact was unwavering. “And he told me
that it was your idea.”

“What? No,
that’s not right.”

“Which
bit of that isn’t fucking right, Hayley, because it all sounds pretty fucking not right to me?”

I
gathered my strength and refused to be intimidated by him. “You can’t deny you
like Gabe.” I gave him a steely glare.

“That’s
not the issue.” He narrowed his eyes.

“And he
likes you,” I snapped back.

“All of
that is irrelevant because he’s married…to you.”

“Which
surely means, if there is one person who can give Gabe permission to fuck
someone else, it’s me. His wife.”

His
mouth opened slightly and he stared at me.

“What?”
I asked. “It makes sense. Gabe’s got a crush on you, I suppose that is one way
of describing it, and he wants you, badly, he—”

“He’s
not even bloody gay.”

“No,
but he must have elements of being bi for him to be feeling this way.”

Brent
stepped away, turned and locked his fingers on the crown of his head with his
elbows outstretched.

“Brent,”
I said, pushing away from the wall. “Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m
not mad…just…”

“What?”

“Confused,
I suppose.” He dropped his hands and turned to me as he sighed. The hardness
had gone from his face.

“Why?”
I moved to my desk and leaned my behind on it, kept my arms at my sides in an
effort to look open and available for him to express his feelings to. It was a
tactic I used with clients. “Tell me, Brent. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Yes,
we are.” He sat in one of the two chairs in front of my desk and sighed. “I
like you, Hayley, a lot, and I like Gabe too. I care about him.”

“And do
you fancy him?”

“I’m
not gay either.” He paused and appeared to summon courage. “But I am bi. I have
been with a man before.”

I
nodded and kept my expression neutral even though there was something
electrifying about his admission. No longer a rumor but a solid fact he was
able to share with me.

“And would
you want to be with Gabe that way?” I asked. Again words were coming out of my
mouth that I wouldn’t believe I could utter. This time last month this
conversation would be ludicrous.

“Do I
want Gabe that way,” he repeated.

I
waited for him to go on.

“Yes,
in a word. He’s bloody gorgeous and damn sexy too, but I don’t need to tell you
that, Hayley. Heck, you married him.”

I
smiled. “He is gorgeous and sexy, and also the most passionate, loving person
I’ve ever met.” I paused. “His happiness is also my responsibility and right
now, him not being with you the way he wants to be is screwing with his mind.”

“Bloody
hell…” He pressed his hands over his face and looked at me from over his
fingertips. “You’re really are deadly serious.”

“Yes.”
I sat on the seat at his side. “I am. He’s been on edge, preoccupied. I know he
loves me, would die for me, we’ve been in each other’s lives for a long time
now, there’s nothing that will tear us apart.”

“Except
me. Maybe I will.”

“Do you
really believe that?”

“It
would be my worst nightmare to split you two up. Seeing you and Gabe together
makes me very happy. You have something special, something I’ve hunted for,
seen glimpses of, but never truly found.”

I
reached out and rested my fingers on the sleeve of his gray suit jacket and
rubbed my thumb on the smooth material. “Gabe and I are strong. Strong enough
to cope with this.” I paused, hoping to hell that we were. “If you feel the
same way about Gabe then this can happen. I don’t have a problem with it.”

He
stared at me, long and hard, then, “You’re right, I do want to fuck him.”

“But I
have one condition,” he said, leaning back and folding his arms. His suit
jacket bunched at the lapels.

“What’s
that?” I asked.

“You’re
there. You watch us.”

“You
can’t be serious.” I knotted my fingers together and gripped them in my lap.
“Why would…?” Much as the idea appealed, I’d never thought it would become
reality.

“You
remember that film, Indecent Proposal?
Robert Redford I think it was.”

“Yes.
What about it?” I laughed but the sound caught in my throat.

Brent
reached out, rested his palm over my clasped hands. “It screws him up, the
husband. After his wife has spent a night with another man for a huge sum of
money, he obsesses about what they did, how they were together. Was there love
or was it just sex? Had she had more fun with the rich guy than with him?”

I
nodded. I’d seen the film.

“That’s
what causes the problems,” Brent went on. “They had a million in the bank but
the husband’s imagination, his not knowing, was a much bigger problem than
being poor.”

“And
you think I’ll be like that?”

“I
don’t know. You seem pretty…cool with the idea at the moment.”

“I am.
I’ve given it a lot of thought.”

He
lifted his hand from mine and shifted on the seat.

I
glanced at his groin and wondered if he was getting hard talking about screwing
my husband. “Okay,” I said. “It wasn’t how I thought it would go. But yes, I’ll
be there.” A flush traveled over my skin just at saying that. I could hardly
begin to think how horny it would make me to actually see them together, for
real—fucking.

Brent
stood, slid his hands down the front of his suit jacket then straightened his
tie. “You can tell him yes for me. I’m afraid I was a little harsh on him when
he blurted it out over a cheese panini in Costa. It had been the last thing I
was expecting him to say.”

“I
will, but…” I hated to think of Gabe being upset, confused by Brent’s reaction.

“Yes.
I’ll call him too.” He looked at his watch. “But right now I’m late for a
meeting with my bank manager, and I really have to run.”

“Yes,
of course.”

He
walked to the door.

“Brent,”
I called.

“What?”
He turned and a long shard of sunlight sliced over his face and down his body.

“Thank
you.”

He
smiled and swept his tongue over his bottom lip. “I should be the one thanking
you.”

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